William Shakespeare Quotes
''Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Caesar, in Julius Caesar, act 1, sc. 2, l. 213-4. Inviting Antony to say what he thinks of Cassius; the all-powerful ruler has physical weaknesses.
And tell me truly what thou think'st of him.''
''What compact mean you to have with us?William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Cassius, in Julius Caesar, act 3, sc. 1, l. 215-7. To Mark Antony; "compact" means agreement; "pricked" means marked down.
Will you be pricked in number of our friends,
Or shall we on, and not depend on you?''
''With a defeated joy,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Claudius, in Hamlet, act 1, sc. 2, l. 10-3. Describing his state of mind in marrying his brother's widow so soon after his brother's death; "dole" means grief.
With an auspicious, and a dropping eye,
With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage,
In equal scale weighing delight and dole.''
''My master is of churlish disposition,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Corin, in As You Like It, act 2, sc. 4, l. 80-2. "Recks" means "cares."
And little recks to find the way to heaven
By doing deeds of hospitality.''
''I am trusted with a muzzle and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I have decreed not to sing in my cage.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Don John, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 1, sc. 3, l. 32-3. Although treated generously by his brother Don Pedro, after fighting as his enemy, Don John grudgingly compares himself to a muzzled or hobbled animal, or a caged bird.
''This is the excellent foppery of the world: that when we are sick in fortuneoften the surfeits of our own behaviourwe make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars, as if we were villains on necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence.... An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition on the charge of a star!''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Edmond, in King Lear, act 1, sc. 2.
''If I had a thousand sons, the first humane principle I wouldWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Falstaff, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 4, sc. 3, l. 122-5. "Sack," from the Spanish "seco" or French "sec" means dry, was a term for sherry.
teach them should be, to forswear thin potations and to addict
themselves to sack.''
''O, mickle is the powerful grace that liesWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Friar Lawrence, in Romeo and Juliet, act 2, sc. 3, l. 15-18. Celebrating the great ("mickle") goodness (as given by divine grace) in natural plants and objects.
In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities;
For nought so vile that on the earth doth live
But to the earth some special good doth give.''
''He gave his honors to the world again,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Griffith, in Henry VIII, act 4, sc. 2, l. 29-30. Reporting the death of Cardinal Wolsey.
His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.''
''I have heard of your paintings, too, well enough. God hathWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hamlet, in Hamlet, act 3, sc. 1, l. 142-4. To Ophelia, denouncing her and women in general.
given you one face, and you make yourselves another.''
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All The World's A Stage
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in ...
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
O, what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;
In winged speed no motion shall I know:
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;